Morphing yourself


We look at change

and we shutter in fear

to be ourselves

yet they won't hear

I wonder if they care

I try so hard

just to be accepted

my true identity I guard

He loves me so

I must change

to fit their ideals

I'll clean up and rearrange

help him grow

make sure he's ready

change myself to make them hapy

I look back, my mind unsteady

work hard and never stop

save up my money

prove them wrong 

one day, after it all, it'll be sunny


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